This is a song about "Italian girls"

Strumming my pain with his fingers

I get jelous when your with other girls

But got love for them girls

They slowly showin they colors

You're uncool like my mother kin

Most girls want attention

And what about the rappers

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

Rich girls don't even look at girls that was the notion

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Girls always playing games with emotions

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

If i sent my dad letters

We should appreciate the girls